[Verse 1: Yung Mutt]
Staring at the water looking like a bunch of satin
Look into my eyes and all you see is motherf**ing static
Toe tagging
b**h I'm bagging up the dope
No ratting to the po
Acting like you shy
Reading the latin quote across my f**ing throat
Hoes go "Oh no. Heard this motherf**er likes to give burials and I don't know if I want to go with him. He invited me into his home."
Gave her the number to my phone
Told her "Dial up 666 if you need to get a hold of me."
And hopefully she'll give me a call when she is home and free and lonely
Phone rang twice but I missed both calls
I was hanging in the hall toll free
[Verse 2: Yung Christ]
Got a pocket fulla stones
Watching Game of Thrones
b**hes on the phone
Tell 'em me she home alone
Motherf** a future, countin' down 'til I die
Days roll by
I just wanna get high
Never ever sober need d** for my composure
Lookin' like I'm dying laying back on the sofa
Six feet deep
Three gold teeth
Zero f**ing hopes for this young tragedy
Days of our lives
Watch 'em roll by
Whole f**ing family got bloodshot eyes
Scripts in the kitchen right next to the dishes
Finger f**ing b**hes listening to No Limit
West bank soldier, straight up out the NOLA
When it comes to this sh**, ain't a motherf**er colder